After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

The sun shining on his body not only dispelled the haze just now, but also made Mo Xiaoyu's mood much smoother.

She smiled and said to An Zhengye: "I haven't thanked you yet, thank you for saving me again."

"As long as you're fine." An Zhengye looked down.

Mo Xiaoyu was meeting his gaze. His eyes were pure black, deep and charming. From these cold and charming eyes, he could clearly see her shadow.

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little shy, and changed the subject: "By the way, how did you and Xu Wei get here?"

Could it be that Luna ran into her on the street after she escaped?

Wouldn't that be a coincidence?

An Zhengye couldn't help but stop, and glanced at Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu was a little baffled. Just as he was about to speak, An Zhengye had already looked away, led her into a building, and said in a flat tone: "This is the back door of An Ye Group."

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly realized "Oh".

She looked back and found that the entrance of the alley was not far from Anye Group, not more than 500 meters away.

No wonder she looked familiar at this road, it turned out to be the back of the An Ye Group, but the previous few times she came and walked through the front door, and she had never been to the back, so naturally she couldn't recognize it.

Now that An Zhengye said this, Mo Xiaoyu instantly understood.

Presumably, Miss Luna knew exactly where this place was, so she chose a faster way than calling the police and found An Zhengye and the others.

When Mo Xiaoyu was thinking, An Zhengye had already brought him in.

The back door is different from the front door, there is no front desk, only a security desk.

At this time, there was only one security guard left at the back door. When he saw An Zhengye appearing, he immediately bowed and said hello.

"Hello Mr. An, An..." He saw that Mo Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to call Mrs. An, but thinking of the previous news, he didn't call out.

You should call Ms. Mo, Mr. An was holding her shoulders, and just as the security guard was thinking of addressing her, An Zhengye had already led Mo Xiaoyu into the exclusive elevator.

The elevator door closed slowly, leaving only the security guard standing there in a daze, thinking about the complicated addressing issue.

The two soon came to the top office.

An Zhengye placed Mo Xiaoyu on the sofa, and carefully lifted Mo Xiaoyu's chin.

Mo Xiaoyu's skin was fair, and after these two slaps, the mark was very obvious, and it was very swollen, which shows how much strength the muscular man exerted.

"Does it hurt?" An Zhengye asked with worried eyes.

"It hurt a little at first, but now it's gone." Mo Xiaoyu thought for a while and said.

Just as she was about to reach out to touch her face, An Zhengye grabbed her wrist: "Don't move, I'll give you medicine."

"Oh, good." Mo Xiaoyu put down his hand obediently.

Today An Zhengye was her savior, she decided to show him face and be obedient.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyu's rare obedient appearance, An Zhengye's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he went to the door to give a few orders, then returned to sit beside Mo Xiaoyu, staring at her cheek, as if concentrating on her face. It's like solving any world problem.

Mo Xiaoyu looked a little uncomfortable, thinking whether to say something, when there was a knock on the office door.

An Zhengye looked away and asked someone to come in.

The person outside the door responded and brought an egg and a tube of ointment.

"Boss An, what you want."

This person is an unfamiliar face, and Mo Xiaoyu doesn't know her. She is sitting very close to An Zhengye now, she is a little afraid of being misunderstood, so she quietly moved to the side, but An Zhengye held her hand down: "Don't move around." .”

Mo Xiaoyu didn't dare to move anymore, but silently withdrew his hand.

A trace of unhappiness flashed through An Zhengye's heart, and he said to the man, "Put it down, you can go out now."

"Yes, Mr. An." The man replied respectfully, keeping his eyes on Mo Xiaoyu the whole time, as if she wasn't there.

As soon as they left, Mo Xiaoyu and An Zhengye were left in the room.

Mo Xiaoyu was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want An Zhengye to notice, so he quickly picked up the eggs on the table.

"Didn't you eat lunch? Can you be full with just eggs?"

"It's not for food." An Zhengye looked at her amusedly: "It's for reducing swelling."

"Oh, it's reducing the swelling." Mo Xiaoyu put down the egg awkwardly.

Perhaps it was her rare embarrassment that made An Zhengye happy. He seemed to be in a good mood and picked up the egg, knocked it lightly on the table, and peeled off the shell with his fingers deftly.

It was the first time Mo Xiaoyu saw that someone could peel the egg shell so quickly and well. When she was watching seriously, she saw the white and fat egg rising up, getting closer and closer to her face.

Just as Mo Xiaoyu wanted to hide, his jaw was pinched.

"Don't move."

Hearing this sentence for the third time today, Mo Xiaoyu became a bit conditioned, and instantly became cute.

An Zhengye carefully pressed the hot egg in his hand to Mo Xiaoyu's face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

There was a little tension in his tone.

Mo Xiaoyu heard it, and his heart warmed up: "It doesn't hurt."

An Zhengye observed her expression and saw that her expression did not seem to be fake, so he began to move the egg, rolling it up and down on the red and swollen area of ​​her face, the warm touch of the egg relieved a lot of pain.

However, An Zhengye had obviously never done this kind of thing. His movements were cautious, his eyes focused, and his expression solemn, as if he was dealing with some rare treasure, and he needed to put his whole heart into it.

Do you still ask the last question with concern: "Will this hurt?" "How does it feel?" "Will the strength be too heavy?"

Looking at him like this, Mo Xiaoyu felt warm in his heart, and suddenly felt that An Zhengye was really a good person.

She leaned forward suddenly, her watery almond eyes met An Zhengye's, she smiled slightly and was about to speak when suddenly the door of the office was opened, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere.

An Zhengye frowned, resisting the displeasure of being disturbed and looking at Xue Jingrou who suddenly appeared.

He had told the front desk before that anyone who came up had to be notified. How did she come up?
An Zhengye thought about it, and asked at the same time.

Xue Jingrou asked instead: "Brother Ye, why is Mo Xiaoyu here?"

She didn't know that her tone was full of unwillingness and jealousy, like a resentful woman.

An Zhengye frowned, it was not up to others to question what he did.

"Don't worry about why she's here, you..."

Before An Zhengye could finish speaking, Xue Jingrou interrupted him.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw An Zhengye's hand on Mo Xiaoyu's side face. The two were very close, and they were still looking at each other, as if they were about to kiss.

Xue Jingrou's mind wanted to explode, she was already full of a sense of crisis, but at this moment, after hearing An Zhengye's words, the strings in her head snapped.

She really wanted to vent and curse, but the remaining rationality told her that she couldn't.

Xue Jingrou resorted to her usual means, and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother Ye, it's been eight years. I've been waiting for you for eight years. I've endured everything in these eight years. I finally waited for the news of your divorce, but I'm with Mo Xiao Yu is ambiguous."

"You have to give me an explanation today." Xue Jingrou shed tears drop by drop, crying very poignantly, and supported her lower back from time to time while speaking.

An Zhengye's guilt towards her once again occupied his mind: "Jingrou, I..."

But Mo Xiaoyu couldn't listen anymore, this Xue Jingrou can really act, is this how she tricked An Zhengye around?

Taking a look at An Zhengye, who was full of guilt, Mo Xiaoyu felt that he would help him to see the true face of a scheming bitch.

"Put away your tears, you didn't wait for nothing for eight years, okay?"

Thinking that Mo Xiaoyu was going to expose her kidney donation, Xue Jingrou didn't care about pretending, and asked vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

"Huh." Mo Xiaoyu sneered: "You have taken a lot of money from An Zhengye in the past eight years, and even the Xue family has a lot of business, tens of millions of funds, you got it from An Zhengye, right? ?”

"During the six years he went abroad, you could get money even if you didn't meet..." Mo Xiaoyu sneered and didn't go on.

The longer she wore the book, the more vague her memory of the content was, and she always felt that she had forgotten some important plot, but what she said alone was enough for Xue Jingrou to eat.

"An Zhengye has never treated you badly, what do you want to explain?" Mo Xiaoyu immediately said meaningfully: "You don't have to be kidnapped morally."

Xue Jingrou's hand on her waist froze, and she put it down embarrassingly.

Mo Xiaoyu's eyes were full of sarcasm: "And the two of you have never been in a romantic relationship, what can he be responsible for?"

At this moment, Xue Jingrou's mind was blank, and she couldn't say anything to refute. Mo Xiaoyu crossed his arms around his chest, and the old god said, "You should talk about it."

"I..." Xue Jingrou was at a loss for words, and quickly looked at An Zhengye who had been silent since just now, with tears in her eyes, she said pitifully, "Brother Ye, that's not the case."

After hearing Mo Xiaoyu's words, An Zhengye's brain, which had been occupied by confusion the moment he met Xue Jingrou, woke up as if enlightened.

He began to re-examine his relationship with Xue Jingrou, but now is not a good time, the most important thing is to deal with Xiaoyu's injury.

"You leave first, I will talk to you another day."

Xue Jingrou didn't expect An Zhengye to react like this, and looked at An Zhengye in disbelief.

Usually, as long as she shed tears and supported her waist, An Zhengye would definitely soften her heart, but this time An Zhengye turned a blind eye and just repeated the words to let her leave.

"I won't go, I won't go." Intuition told her that she would regret leaving, Xue Jingrou insisted on staying.

An Zhengye said helplessly: "You leave first, we will talk about some things later."

"Brother Ye, I won't leave. I was wrong. I shouldn't have questioned you just now." Xue Jingrou felt a huge sense of crisis in her heart.

Mo Xiaoyu was impatient for the two of them to dawdly talk about whether they should go or not. Xue Jingrou's performance made people tired. Anyway, she said what she wanted to say, and helped those who should be helped. After that, An Zhengye and Xue Jingrou It's nothing between now and then, and it doesn't make any sense for her to stay any longer.

"Let's talk, I'll go first."

Mo Xiaoyu got up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

"Xiao Yu, you..." She walked so fast that An Zhengye didn't have time to stop her.

Seeing that she was about to reach the door, Xue Jingrou suddenly walked in front of her, and Mo Xiaoyu frowned: "Give way."

"Xiaoyu, don't go." Xue Jingrou called out pitifully, and Mo Xiaoyu's goosebumps popped out.

Is this scheming whore acting in the wrong place?
Before Mo Xiaoyu could figure it out, Xue Jingrou suddenly staggered to the side and knocked down the vase by the door. Her arm was instantly cut and blood flowed out.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, what's going on?